Back at the deserted parking lot

Back at the deserted parking lot Back at the deserted parking lot, every year, there was a carnival that came alive with lights Out by the freeway, young boys laughing riding the Tilt a Whirl ah, those warm summer nights Long paved over, filled now with progress and commerce, they’re now memories that I loved most And there’s a subdivision over one, shopping center over the other, those drive-ins we used to boast Special places off farm fields that we used to camp and ride our dirt bikes across like we owned it all Are now new homes, and roads adorn those hills we rode across, at one end there’s even a shopping mall Take me away from this time, put me back, put me so far back Back at the deserted parking lot, yes that time was so much simpler you see, cause we didn’t ever worry Tomorrow was coming, next week too, we enjoyed every day and we saw no reason for us to hurry Then day by day, year by year things started to change, though our days seemed the same we knew Friends were no longer standing by our side, our days of innocence and naivety were now through Then we lost people forever, their deaths tearing gaping holes in our happy warm summer nights The once large group now numbering a few, heavier and grayer still longing to see those lights Back at the deserted parking lot, smell the midway, see all those young faces that we once wore Close your eyes and see those no longer there, then wonder aloud why we don’t spend time there more Back at the deserted parking lot, remembered more fondly than anything they could ever erect We split for schools far away, some left to go right, all of us seemingly walled away over who we elect Back at the deserted parking lot, the decisions were easy, and my memory says we always chose well Maybe it’s just a case of selective memory, or maybe I made it all up; one things for certain, I’ll never tell Tim Windisch 01/27/2024